Meeting at night ( Robert Browning )
The grey sea and the long black land ,
And the yellow half- moon large and low ,
And the startled little waves that leap,
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench it's speed i' the slushy sand,
Then a mile of warm sea- scented...
And the yellow half- moon large and low ,
And the startled little waves that leap,
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench it's speed i' the slushy sand,
Then a mile of warm sea- scented...